Everlasting Arms Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

She hears their voices sometimes
Late at night
When the rest of the world sleeps.
They tell her things she needs to hear
Not to worry so much, or to simply
Relax, not be so hard on herself.

Their closeness a soothing balm
To an aching heart, one that can't sleep for
Trying to find answers that elude her in the day;
Some inner compass so she can find her way.

They were always there to lean on
When she wrangled with some dilemma;
Ready to offer a cup of coffee,
Some advice or at least a shoulder.

And even now, they reach out
All the way from that other place,
So she can feel them holding her
In the arms of their undying love.